Find the way by yourself, look forward, there is a human way, and the water and mountains have gone far beyond count. The sky is not old, and my hometown will always be good. There are green hills everywhere, and there are rain, arrows and wind knives everywhere on the green hills. There is no end to the long road. The way of humanity, the way of gods, seek the way of the world, demons and demons say they are good, winds and thunderstorms, heaven and earth ghosts cry gods, why the old mountains and rivers have turned into bloody seas. Hometown Road, how is it? Point of no return. Ask the world, where to find the ultimate path. (Although it has been used, I still use this feeling to suit the situation.)